I believe people often underestimate the power of religion and its ability to hurt them. I meet people who tell me they weren’t abused by religion, only to discover after chatting with them that there might be more to their story than what they are telling me. I don’t coerce them to share, and I don’t judge them. I remind myself that my thoughts and opinions are just that, and that I could be wrong. So, I simply listen, and I love them.